Ana POV

The butterflies in my stomach intensify tenfold when he smiles at me. There's something carnal about it, he's looking like a hunter and he's zeroing in on me like I'm his prey. As much as I wanted this conversation to hurry up and end I also was dreading it, because I have a feeling I know what will come next. His smile is proving that feeling correct. It doesn't help that is smile is also one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, that makes the butterflies get to flapping as well.

Neither of us move for a solid minute. He's holding me captive with his gaze and I'm sitting still as stone trying to keep up this brave facade. Frankly, it's exhausting. I don't want him to know it but I'm slightly terrified, I'm way in over my head. Sure I did my research but how much research can you do without experiencing the real thing? It's not even that I don't know what it's like to be tied up, or spanked or any of that...I don't know what it's even like to be in a mans bed. I've seen a guy naked...like twice. Not on purpose though. And I've never seen a naked man who's aroused, besides like pictures that Kate shoves in my face. It's all very overwhelming. How the hell am I supposed to please him when I don't even know what to do with that thing?? I probably should have given him the heads up at some point before signing the contract. But how do you even do that? Hey, by the way, before we get into that kinky shit could you teach me the basics? Cause like...I've hardly even kissed a man. No. No way. Way too embarrassing. Do I even have to tell him? I probably should so that when I suck he doesn't just think I suck, at least he'll know I have a reason...but what if--

"Anastasia." His voice is harsh and commanding, I think he may have been saying my name for a minute while I was off in virgin-la-la-land. I blink up at him. "Yes?" Oh shoot this is it.

"Have you eaten?" Food? I was not expecting to talk about food. I shake my head dumbly, too wrapped up in my own brain and anxiety to come up with a coherent answer. He stands. "Come. Lets eat."

Gail has prepared chicken Cesar salads, the chicken is marinated in something amazing, it's literally the best grilled chicken I've ever had. I mean, chicken is chicken, who knew it could be so good! I'm disappointed that I can't eat very much though, my stomach is so tied up in knots. Christian of course notices...he notices everything. "Pushing the food around isn't going to make it disappear Anastasia." I glance guiltily at him and then back to my plate, taking another slow, tiny bite. "Ana, honey, would you like something else?" Gail suddenly appears again. I shake my head profusely. "No! It's very good Gail..I'm just not super hungry." She smiles at me sympathetically. Please tell me she doesn't know what we were just in there talking about. My eyes go wide and I look at Christian who subtly shakes his head. "Thank you Gail, you can go enjoy the rest of the evening." He dismisses her and she leaves knowingly. "She doesn't know." He answers my unspoken question as soon as she's out of the room. I breathe a sigh of relief. We sit in silence a moment more, I continue to push around my food. Suddenly he's slamming down his fork. "Dammit Anastasia if you didn't wanna sign the God damn thing you shouldn't have!" I'm caught off guard by his out burst. "W-what?" I stutter. "Ever since you signed you've been moping around, if you didn't want to sign it you should have just left! I'm not gonna sit here and deal with your drama queen attitude, and actually since you did sign it, I could just drag you in the playroom and beat it out of you. Should I do that?" My eyes go wide and I shake my head quickly. Definitely not how I wanna lose the V-card. "Then tell me the problem, or get over it!" If I wasn't so caught up in myself his attitude probably would have pissed me off. But I'm so nervous and torn about this whole thing I don't even worry about the way he's speaking to me, I only worry about how I'm gonna tell him my problem.

"I-I'm just nervous." There. Maybe that will shut him up. I still haven't decided if I'm actually going to tell him or not. He sighs, closes his eyes and rubs his forehead. "I thought we got through all the kinks." I giggle at the word before I can stop myself. One grey eye pops open to look at me and a tiny smirk plays on his lips. It was kinda funny. His smirk quickly molds back into a frown and the sigh comes out again. "What are you nervous about Anastasia? I told you we will ease into it, what more do you want?" I wring my fingers. "Are we gonna have sex tonight?" I blurt out, immediately covering my mouth with my hands and turning beet red. Shit! Why do I lack a filter when I get nervous?! His eyes open fully this time and he smirks again, a big one this time. "Well I planned on it. Is that what this is Miss. Steele?" He leans in closer to me and tucks some hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing the side of my neck. "Are you turned on Anastasia? Am I making you wait?" He's so close to me, I can feel his breath on my lips. Oh and he has that sexy look. I bite my lip, habitually. His eyes break from mine and flicker down to my lip, then back. He growls at me and leans in further, nipping at my top lip, then pressing his lips to mine.

I immediately melt into him, releasing my lip from my teeth to give it over to him. He's moved from his own barstool and is now standing in front of the one I'm seated on, I'm closer to his height this way. His lips move against mine passionately, his tongue licking against them periodically. I finally get over my Cesar salad self-consciousness and open my mouth to him, letting his tongue find my own. My arms wrap around his neck and moves to grab them, but when my hands find themselves in his hair he lets them stay. His hands find my thighs, rubbing up and down the bare skin. They stay on the outside of my legs, but its tantalizing none the less. His right hand slides further down my leg and hooks under my knee, lifting it, urging me to wrap my leg around his hip. He does the same with the other leg so that I'm now awkwardly, half sitting and half wrapped around him like a monkey. His hands then slide from my knees back up my thighs, this time continuing around to my butt. They slide underneath me and easily lift me up out of my seat. I wrap my legs around him tighter and gasp when I feel him press into me. My skirt is bunched around my hips, the only barrier is my thin pair of panties and his clothes. He pulls back from me when I gasp and smirks at me, before moving his lips to my neck. I lean my head back, letting him have free reign. God, it feels so good. Kate always talks about neck kisses and how they turn her into a slut but I never understood it. Now I do. I totally, totally do. He sucks gently right by my jaw, his tongue lazily gliding across the skin. As he walks, the movement makes his bulge rub against me. I hold back my moans at first, but he adjusts me, pressing me harder into him and I let it out, he growls at the same time.

Next thing I know we're in his room. I was expecting him to bring me to the red room. He releases my butt and I slide slowly down his body, his lips capturing mine briefly before my feet hit the ground and he pulls away. I look around the room curiously as he walks away from me. Where is he going? "This room was closer. I have some stuff in here." He answers one of my questions, but what stuff? He disappears into the closet and reappears after a minute. "Undress Anastasia. Eyes down." I'm forced to look towards the ground before I can scope out what's in his hands. I nervously tug my sweater over my head, then go back down to my shoes. I'm taking the least important things off first. Maybe if I just go really slow...

"Usually I will expect you to already be naked. But since we just finished dinner and this is our first time, there's an exception." He pulls my camisole over my head, swiftly, while talking. My skirt is yanked off of me next, I'm grateful when he leaves my bra and panties on. I look up at him to see where he's going off to now. "Eyes down, Anastasia." He warns me. I don't like this rule, I want to see what he's doing. I want to see him. I notice he's changed into jeans, and he's barefoot. It's odd. I don't think I've ever seen him barefoot.

"Get on the bed." He commands. I comply, trying to keep my eyes on the ground. "Lay on your back. Good girl." I don't know what to do with my eyes now...I can't look down if I'm on my back. He reads my mind. "Look at the ceiling now." I do, to find I'm staring back at myself. A mirror. Of course. I'm satisfied though, cause this way I can watch what he's doing.

He's untying something, standing beside the bed. "Put your hands in the air." I do, curiously. When I see what he has is rope, I know what he's doing. The butterflies speed up again, oh gosh I don't know if I want to be tied up the very first time, but it looks like that's how it's going to be. The rope is tight, binding my wrists to each other, but not painfully so. He gently lays my bonded arms back against the bed, over my head.

"I'm going to leave your feet free, because we're training. But if you can't keep yourself still enough I will tie them too, understand?" I nod, still staring at the ceiling. "Look at me." My eyes shoot to him. "Understand? Tell me." "I understand." He pops an eyebrow into the air. I just stare at him, I don't know why he's looking at me like that. "I understand..." he prompts me, trailing off. Oh. "I understand...Sir." The last word feels foreign and uncomfortable...I just want to call him Christian. "Good girl." He says again, I find I like it when he calls me that.

He crawls onto the bed, over top of me. He sits on his knees, straddling me but not putting his full weight on me. Leaning forward he kisses my jaw before whispering in my ear. "We're not really going to do a scene today. I just want to explore you." His teeth tug at my earlobe, his words comforting me and making me nervous at the same time. Good, none of the hardcore stuff today, but also...explore me? That sounds...embarrassing. But also, does that mean no sex? Or is he exploring me with his...I don't know I'm so confused. But as he keeps sucking and nipping at my neck and shoulders I'm finding I care less and less. He can do what he wants, as long as he doesn't stop.

His lips soon reconnect with mine, dancing gently against them again. I never was a fan of kissing with tongue but this man makes it amazing. There's nothing sloppy or gross about it, just pure carnal passion and heat. He tastes good too. Not in a way I can describe but just..his own taste. Christian. Cool air hits my lips as he pulls away from me with a smack, moving back to my neck, but not for long. He continues down this time, to my collarbone, my chest, the top of my breast. I watch curiously as he pulls down my bra and uses it to hold up my breast, repeating the same thing with it's twin. He gently tugs on my nipples with his fingers, smirking when they pebble up under his touch. My eyes follow his every move as he leans over once again and runs his tongue, flat over my left nipple. I let out a little giggle at the sensation. He repeats the action on the other side while reaching around me and unhooking my bra. Slowly he slides it off of me, releasing my small breasts completely. "Mmmm...Ana.." He smiles at me, seemingly appreciating me. He moves suddenly, bending back over and capturing a nipple into his hot mouth. He sucks harshly, causing me to suck in a sharp breath, but then releases it and lets his tongue dance over it leisurely. The pleasure makes me squirm.

Once that nipple is nice and red and puckered he moves onto the other one giving it the same treatment. I've never felt this much intensity between my legs before, I continue to squirm trying to create some friction. Suddenly I receive a sharp bite on my nipple. "Ow!" I cry out, his grey eyes flicker up to mine before he releases my nipple from his lips with a pop. "Stay still, Anastasia." I furrow my brows at him. "Don't bite me!" He smirks before dipping down and biting me again, harder. "Watch your mouth, Miss. Steele. And biting was not one of your limits. I will bite you. As much as I please." He does it again for emphasis, not as hard this time. I almost roll my eyes but I catch myself. I chose to just stay silent. He slides up my body once again and plants a kiss on my lips, almost in a reassuring way. But just as quickly as he's there, he's gone.

Moving back down my body. He kisses down my ribs, down my belly, until he reaches down there. I keep my legs firmly pressed together, I don't know why. It's not like it will stop him. He doesn't stop where I thought he would though, he keeps going past my center and down my legs. Soft open mouth kisses trail down my right leg, all the way to my ankle. Then they continue back up my left leg. His tongue leaves a hot trail in its wake and it's too late when I realize my damn legs have spread on there own. Whore. I start to squirm again as he gets halfway up my thigh, moving closer and closer to my core. It's really intense but besides that I'm ticklish. My legs automatically press back together when he licks a particularly ticklish spot on my inner thigh. "Still, Anastasia." He warns. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to focus. I really don't want him to tie my feet, then I'd be completely at his mercy. It's bad enough my hands are tied right now.

His nose is right there, I feel self conscious but try to push it away. As usual he hears my thoughts. "You smell so good, Ana. I can't wait to taste you." I feel myself blush from head to toe and my lower muscles clench. He says these things and they're so hot but there also so...embarrassing. This is all rather embarrassing. I feel him run the tip of his nose up and down my slit, through my panties, then he runs it up the side of my panties. Cool air rushes in as my underwear is suddenly pulled aside and he lets out a growl. I know my entire body is beet red right now, from the mix of embarrassment and arousal. I wish he would move, do something besides just stare at me.

The elastic suddenly snaps back onto my skin, as he lets it go. I gasp and squirm. His hands then move to my hips, thumbs hooking under the elastic there and sliding down. I shiver as the air hits my wet center again as the underwear come off. He peels them down my legs and off my feet, then shoves my legs apart harshly, as if he knew I was thinking about snapping them shut again.

"Anastasia..." He growls my name. "So. Fucking. Sweet." I hear him murmur as he leans in closer to my core. I can feel his breath on me. I've lost my nerves at this point, I just want to feel him. I know what his mouth does to me on other parts of my body, I know it's going to be mine blowing down there.

His lips press softly against me, in a gentle kiss. He repeats the light kisses all over my most private area, teasing me. Then in one long swipe he licks me, I suck a gasp of air into my lungs. Another long, slow lick. It tickles, but feels really, really, good when he reaches the top every time. I think that's my clit...that's what Kate has told me. She says most guys don't know what it is, let alone how to find it but I feel like Christian knows. I feel like Christian knows everything about sex.

I feel his fingers spreading me open further, and his tongue slipping between my folds. It stops at my clit and swirls around, I almost lose my shit. "Ahh!" I let out a loud moan as he does it for a third time. My legs shake whenever he does it and I can feel my insides clenching.

He pushes two fingers against my entrance but it met with resistance, so he switches to one. It feels strange. Not much different from the time I tried it...just feels like something stuck up in there. But once he started to move things started happening. The slight burn of intrusion slid away and pleasure replaced it. He curls it inside of me and licks at my clit faster and suddenly everything starts to tickle down there. I squirm and moan, trying to get away from the intensity but using his free hand he holds me still.

"Fuck Ana, you're so tight." I feel him try to get another finger into me but when I wince he goes back to one. He restarts the punishing rhythm of his hand and leaves my clit alone. I whine a little and try and lift my hips to get him back, which makes him chuckle. "Greedy girl." He murmurs into my thigh, nipping at it. This time the pain feels kind of good. It sends a shiver though my body. Not as good as his mouth on my clit tho. I lift my hips again. "Please." I whisper.

Suddenly it's even more intense, his mouth is back on me but this time his lips are wrapped around the tiny bundle of nerves and he's sucking forcefully. "Oh..oh my God. Chri--Sir! Oh..oh fuck!" I cry out as my body trembles, wave after wave of pleasure rock through me. Holy shit. That's what everyone is talking about.

"Was that an orgasm?" I ask without thinking, my pleasure filled brain not filtering words correctly. He pulls out his finger and slides back up my body, looking at me curiously. "You've never had an orgasm?" I don't trust myself to speak so I chose to just shake my head no. His eyebrows furrow further. "Who the hell have you been fucking?" He says it like he's joking but I see something cross over his face...and he must see something in mine. "Anastasia what is it? Why do you have that look on your face?" I try to fix my face and go for impassive but it doesn't work. "Anastasia..." He uses his warning voice.

"Nobody." My brain to mouth communication once again fails. That was supposed to stay in your head Ana!!!! His breathing pauses. "What?" I stop breathing as well. "I haven't...I've not...I haven't..done..this...with anybody." The sentence feels like it takes ten years to come out of my mouth. His face changes about a million times. Confused, really confused, frustrated, relieved and then suddenly...pissed. "Anastasia you better be talking about not having orgasms." He growls at me. I shake my head no, he knows what I'm saying.

"You're a fucking virgin?!"